***LONDON'S POV***After making sure Dante is taken care of, I walk into the bathroom and remove my clothes, feeling a lightweight fall over my chest as I take off my clothes. I have a bottle of grape wine with zero alcohol, and I smile at the glass in my hand. Zane is going to be mad when he sees me drinking wine, but he doesn't know it is nonalcoholic. Well, I want him to relax a little when he gets in here. Nothing makes me mad more than the realization that I would have gotten hurt by Richard Antonov. He had already wounded Zane, I wonder what he would have done to my baby and me. Turning off the water, I slip into the shower tub and relax. This day would have ended up a lot worse if the Vincenzos hadn't stepped up for us. I don't know what Richie had in store for us, but it wouldn't have been good. My bones are tender and I have consumed almost half of the wine bottle when the door creaks open and I know Zane is here. When he enters the bathroom, he is
***ZANE'S POV***I know I just have the right amount of time with London before I have to face reality, thus, I make every minute special. "Not so fast, little girl. I want a longer kiss," I mouth grabbing her throat and squeezing it gentler, and when she scratches my hand, signaling that it is enough, I comply, shifting my hand from her neck. "I'm not near done with the things I want to do to you, London," I swear out following her to the bed and climbing in. London is already ordering home delivery and her cheeks flush at the mere thought of it. "Zane, hush! They can hear you," she cries out, her cheeks darkening in colors and the smile that stretches out my features is one to note as predatory. "Come here, now," I bark out the order, and London skimpers towards the bed and slides in beside me. "Excess cheese and pepperoni on one, and mushroom with excess diced bologna on the other. The extra toppings are a must, please," she finishes, not forgetting her manners
***ZANE'S POV***As usual, having sex with London is the best thing to ever have happened to me. We relax, ourselves and then, London falls asleep in my arms. We still have the problem of knowing what to do with Richie Antonov, but I am not ready to tackle that right now. The son of a bitch would be kept waiting, not knowing what blow will hit and it ha that anxiety I want him to rot in when I finally decide to heave my energy in him and hit him squarely. I know a turf war is bound to occur, but I will fight it with all my men raiding the streets for Antonov's men and killing them. They need to know that if they ever want to retaliate, it would bring a massive street war and they wouldn't win for shit. "Daddy?" London's melodious voice rings out in my head and I look down at my perfect wife. "Good morning, little girl," I say softly and her eyes crinkle, closing for a bit. I go down to Dante's room, allowing his momma to sleep for a little while. We have a doctor's
***LONDON'S POV***I feel light headed when I open my eyes just after I felt them go dizzy. "Are you okay, London? Do you need any help?" Zane's voice fills my ears and I shake my head, sighing as I snuggle farther into his body. "You zoned out of me for a minute. This isn't good," he tells me walking me into the shower and starting it. "I am sorry. Let's just bath and head to the hospital. And hour later I am at the hospital and a series of tests have been run on me. "Fatigue. Your wife needs bed rest. I am putting her on a one week bed rest where she has to be taken care of," the doctor replies. My eyes bulge with shock because I know my husband is going to see to it that I get the rest I deserve. "And the baby? Is there anything that should be done? Or avoided?" Zane asks listening keenly to what the doctor has to say. The doctor frowns a little before the creases on his forehead disappears. "No, but if she has seizures again, it would be better to bring her
***ZANE'S POV***That sneaky little creeper ass waiter was eyefucking my wife and if I say that I like it then I am lying. As the waiter leaves, entering the staff only area, I stand scraping my seat back. "Where are you going?" London aks and I look at her. "The restroom. Do you want to tag along?" I ask trying to be funny but it sounds more like a really pissed off situation. "I know you, Zane, you are going to hit that dude, you have done it before," she snickers loud. I know she is right, that is why I lower my head until she is a breathe away. I kiss her mouth teasingly, lingering just enough for her to desire me, then, I back off. London's grip on my neck is tight and she pulls me down, giving me a proper kiss. "Don't move your lips away from mine without giving me a proper kiss," she bites out flashing me her teeth. Rolling my eyes, I watch her giggle. "I'll be right back, little girl," I mouth out softly and place a kiss on her forehead before leavi
***ZANE'S POV***"I want to come with you to the club tonight," London says as I lead the way into the bedroom, her fair blonde hair twirling around, causing waves as she trots behind me. I stand in my walk in closet, pulling out the clothes I will wear for the club and wouldn't disturb me taking out Richie out. He is the last lose scroll left, once he is done with, there will be nothing else to bring a turf war unless his kins aren't good to leave the town alone. They don't belong here, this is Vincenzo territory. "Zane?" London urges when I don't reply. Turning slowly, I spare her one of my dangerous glares that is reserved for little girls. "No, baby. You need to stay at home. Watch a movie with the girls, bond with our son, I will be done and home before you figure it out," I blurts out. "This man hurt me. His sons caused me to be traumatized for a while, he hurt my husband too," she breaks out. I know this is just anger but London shouldn't get into this li
***LONDON'S POV***TWO MONTHS LATER "I need to pop this baby out of me, Mia. And don't even say I am just in my second stage in my second trimester, I would punch you," I warn her as I fix my makeup, making sure I've got my mascara in place. "I am sorry, Ma'am," she mouths and I roll my eyes at her, shooting daggers at her. "When did the men say they would be back? I miss Alex like crazy," Casey says sighing with a glass shot before her. "Tonight or tomorrow morning," Cecily says over a mug of hot chocolate. She has that addiction with her pregnancy and I roll my eyes again for the second time this evening. "I have a suggestion for us girlies," Mia says and I look around until I spot her, she walks towards us with flyers in her hands, giving each of us one of it. I glance through it. "No way. The last time we went out clubbing, I remember our men furious when they came looking for us," I say smiling sheepishly. Zane doesn't like me out there unprotected. "With
***ZANE'S POV***I was out for three nights. I had business to tend on to in Valencia and coming back to Sicily, my home is empty. Lisa had told me London went out last night, but that was all there was on the topic. Sinner didn't know they went out. I had knocked him to his ass when he gave me that lame excuse, then, my phone had started buzzing. The police of Italy had my wife and the other women with her. Drunk driving. London doesn't even fucking know how to drive well, she doesn't even have a license and now, she was in state trouble. I couldn't control my emotions when the officer passed the phone to my wife. I had just started yelling at her so much that it pissed me off. Looking at her now sobbing before me has my heart cracking. When she had refused to take the phone and talk to me, I knew I had to come out here. She would be punished. The rest of the ladies are in a bad state but that doesn't mean they wouldn't be sitting their asses down to get yelled